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In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by former Portsmouth Poet Laureate John-Michael Albert.   Birdseed on the Snow By John-Michael Albert   Like the rime of salt left by the vapors of a shrinking lake; like a guest too quick to depart, trailing traces of himself   so others might puzzle out who he […]

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In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Michelle Menting of Belfast. Her most recent book is “Leaves Surface Like Skin,” published by Terrapin Books.   First Snow Aubade By Michelle Menting   Now suncups pock the feeder, and the birds scratch seeds from flakes. Last night, we thought we heard a loon lost […]

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In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem in by Mark Melnicove of Falmouth.   How can you tell By Mark Melnicove   How can you tell if you are a bluesy bird disguised as a human, or a human disguised as that bird? And if you are a human, you might be a ghost without name […]

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In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Maine Poet Laureate Stuart Kestenbaum of Deere Isle.   Listening to Stones Venus de Milo at the Louvre for Bruce Bulger By Stuart Kestenbaum   At first there are so many people crowded around her   with cameras, smartphones and iPads that it looks like a […]

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In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by David McCann of Higgin’s Beach.   Sand By David McCann   above the river, dry, white, bits of eelgrass, barks under the feet like a seal;   to be distinguished from the beach sand in all discernible ways the same without the bark.   Wet expanse of […]

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In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Jason Grundstrom-Whitney of Monmouth.   Ridin’ Hard to Santa Fe (3) By Jason Grundstrom-Whitney   all fur and claws ‘let ’em shoot me,’ I thought   saw a family in a dumpster once best act of fatherhood I ever saw   kind gentle eyes feeding his family […]